Poison by Jade West
This review is from 2020 and is kept here for reference. Titles, prices and availability may have changed.
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- Stars
- ★★★★★
- Heat
- Nuclear
- Genre
- ContemporaryErotica
- Series
- Standalone
Recommendation
There are several reasons I read any Jade West book:
1) The filthiness — and I mean the dirty, nasty, you pretend you don’t want it but you love it FILTH
2) The character dynamics — always compelling, engaging and completely intriguing
3) The love of kink — it is always handled with care and does justice to the lifestyle itself
Anna and Lucas have a deeply connected past and have both struggled with themselves and each other. Their story is fast paced, addicting and full of delicious, dirty chemistry. The sex between this duo is hot. It is controlling and kinky, leaving very little to the imagination. You will devour every bit of it!
Excerpts
Her hair was longer, but just as dark. Her lips were painted red and her eyeliner was every bit as dramatic as she’d ever worn it. It would be smeared all over her face by the time we were through, and I’d love it. I’d fucking love the way I’d destroy her makeup, and make her pant and scream and beg. I’d leave her a sweating, soaking mess and love the wreck of her.
I’d sworn I’d always hate him. But I couldn’t stop myself. I couldn’t stop my clit begging and my heart pounding and my breath quickening. I couldn’t stop myself giving my needy, filthy shards over to the man who knew how to consume them.
He licked my open mouth all the way around my lips before he kissed me deep. I tasted myself on his tongue, but that wasn’t enough for him. He hooked his fingers in my cheeks and stretched them wide, and I knew what was coming. I was whimpering ready before he even did it.
Publisher synopsis
When love is toxic and unforgivable… but you can't let it go…
This brand new second chance romance from Jade West promises to thrill.
He was the man who destroyed me. The monster who left me in pieces over a decade ago.
I swore I’d never speak to him again, that I’d never set eyes on him again as long as I lived.
But I was wrong.
When life gets too much and you need a release, the poison that might kill you becomes oh so tempting.
I craved his body, his smirk, his laughter as he pushed me to my limits.
I needed him. Just once.
Just one night. That’s what I told myself.
No strings, no illusions, no promises. Nothing but the lasting thrill of his flesh on mine.
But when poison runs through your veins, the way he runs through mine, it’s toxic and eats you alive.
And this much passion always comes at a price…
Review published July 27, 2020